Kingdom Corona Novels & Stories

Nora looked at the glowing face of Orion and clasped her hands together. “So… The people of Aradia Kingdom. I … present you the crown prince, Mr. Orion Ironheart, and request him to touch the precious stone before taking the oath and wear the silver crown also known as the Promise crown. It’s a promise that we will follow his future commands and it's also a promise that he will always prefer his kingdom over everything.” The podium was shaking due to the deafening cheering and clapping. It was an outdoor ceremony so that maximum people could attend it.

"Your Highness, they are ready for you." Aiden nodded and walked out of the room, with Richard closely behind him. As usual, he got into the middle car of the convoy, and they began the journey to the Werewolf capital. (•) Sia Five relics; The Crown, The Witches' Circle, The Flame Ring, Crone's Eye, and The Stone Of Tears. Each of the five main kingdoms had one each and they were satisfied with each of them. The Wolves possessed The Crown, The Vampires had The Flame Ring, the Trolls had Crone's Eye, The Witches had The Witches' Circle and the Fay had The Stone Of Tears.

This was the main reason why it took Kirou so long to travel from one end of the Southern Continent to the other, even with his cheat-like movement skill . The next set of continents are called the 'Four Kingdom Continents'. Just like the Cardinal Continents, the Kingdom Continents also appear in similar cardinal locations surrounding the final continent while being surrounded by the four larger continents. The reason they are called 'Kingdom Continents', however, is that each of these four continents is supported by one or more kingdoms belong to the different races of Immortal Era. The continent with the least kingdoms possesses just one while the continent with the m

The darkness swallowed me again. Obsidian Crown Citadel The Obsidian Crown Dominion was not a pack. It was a kingdom. A myth made stone.Black glass cliffs rose thousands of feet on all sides, reflecting moonlight like a thousand shattered mirrors. Geothermal springs steamed in the snow, hot enough to melt perfect circles around them, their sulfurous breath curling upward like incense. The citadel itself was carved into the caldera of an ancient, dormant volcano towers of polished obsidian spiraling upward, gold veins running through the walls like lightning frozen in stone. Every surface gleamed diamonds and rare gems set into doorways, chandeliers of black crystal and enchanted blue fire ha

Jokes were often made that, being the first kingdom, the Goddess had not yet perfected her land making craft. The previous kings had maintained a hospitable environment and the kingdoms neutrality in the endless squabbles among the other realms, making the land a melting pot of vampires, wolves and witches all living and working peacefully. But all that was changing. The present King Corpa was taking a different path. Hot headed, arrogant and stubborn he wanted to end the neutrality by aligning with Vampirehaven, despite reapeted warnings from his council. His plan had been interrupted but the attack of Ferrivor. “The witches are behind this!” Corpa declared at an emergency council meeting s

He grinned. Marika's mouth formed an 'o', her eyes sparkling with excitement while Alessia gave away little to no reaction. Kingdom Trof is home to all land creatures that dwell in the east, mostly the hospitable and unaggressive creatures. They're the most technologically advanced Kingdom if not for the overwhelming human slavery going on in Caelum, the kingdom north of Trof. Trof consists of a little over 50 islands, all having their distinct specializations. Some have islands full of cartographers, some blacksmiths, farmers, cleric, fletchers, and so much more. They're a capitalist country, and they're also the most economically successful. Basically, Trof is the most peaceful yet success

That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant. “You know them,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. It was not a question. Mira lowered herself into the chair near my bed and exhaled slowly, the expression on her face turning grave in a way I had rarely seen. “Everyone in the supernatural world knows them,” she said at last. “The Four Crown Kings are not merely powerful students, Aurelia. They are the strongest beings Noctis Academy has produced in centuries.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Each one stands at the peak of their generation. Each commands power capable of shifting political balance across kingdoms. Nobles fear off

Appreciated was another word with teeth. A cleric cleared his throat. “The kingdom has entered a period of intensified prayer.” Alina’s jaw tightened. So it had begun. “The people gather daily,” the cleric continued. “Fasts have been declared. Processions formed. Offerings given.” He paused, letting the weight of that settle. “And yet,” he added, “the Crown remains dim.” Dim. Not silent. Not dead. Dim. A warning word, chosen carefully. Alina met his gaze. “Prayer without listening does not awaken holy things.”

Seraphine’s hands never smelt of salt. When Prince Corin was born, bells rang before the afterbirth cooled. Three days later, my father signed the decree that stripped me of my right and placed the crown’s promise on a child who could not yet hold up his own head. I watched the ink dry in the candlelight. It looked like blood aging into brown. “Riley,” he said, not meeting my eyes, “this will steady the realm.” I had been steady. I had been ready. I had been first. None of that mattered against a name written beside “male” in the book of law that Seraphine had already opened for him.